Pregnant With My Father-In-Law’s Baby

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Raymond’s POV

The scent of her was a physical assault.

It wasn't just the cheap, sweet wine she had spilled all over my linen shirt the night before, or the sharp tang of the fresh rosemary and butter from the kitchen downstairs. Beneath it all, radiating from the heat of her flushed skin, was a pure, intoxicating note of fresh jasmine. It was clean, wild, and entirely consuming. It invaded my senses, wrapping around my throat until every breath I took tasted like her.

My inner beast, a creature that had spent the last decade frozen in dark, calculating isolation, was suddenly slamming against the walls of my ribcage. It didn’t just want her; it wanted to claim her, to tear away the silk sheets, throw her over my shoulder, and take her in every dangerous, exposed corner of this estate. I wanted to pin her against the floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the valley, to mark her where the morning sun could witness exactly who owned her, to push her boundaries until she forgot whatever legal husband she had left behind in America.

But as I looked down at her, the feral growl dying in my throat, a rare, unfamiliar hesitation wrapped around my chest.

She looked so incredibly soft. So fragile.

Her dark chocolate hair was a wild, damp halo against the white silk pillows, and her hazel eyes were wide, glassy with a mixture of residual exhaustion, pleasure, and a deep, haunting grief that she thought she was hiding from me. Beneath my massive, scarred hands, her shoulders felt tiny. Her breathing was shallow, her collarbones sharp and delicate as they rose and fell. She was a stranger. A woman I had pulled out of a crowded, noisy local wine bar on a whim because her scent had driven my wolf to the brink of madness.

I didn't bring women to my estate. Ever. My life was a fortress of cold transactions, global syndicate politics, and high-stakes financial wars. The bedroom I slept in was a sanctuary where no one else belonged. Yet, here she was, tangled in my sheets, her body completely bare and open to me. And for the first time in my life, a dark, possessive voice deep inside my soul wasn't planning an exit strategy.

I wanted her to stay.

"Look at me, Jasmine," I rumbled, the nickname slipping past my lips as the intoxicating sweetness of her skin flooded my mind.

She let out a raspy, breathless laugh, her fingers tangling in the short hairs at the back of my neck. "Don't call me that, Mr. X. We said no names. This is just for fun, remember?"

"Quiet," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble that brooked no argument.

I wasn't going to break her, but I was going to ruin her for any other man who had ever dared to touch her. If she wanted to live dangerously wild, I would show her exactly what that meant. But I would take my time. I would build the fire until she was begging me to burn her alive.

Sliding my hands down from her wrists, I let the full weight of my upper body hover just inches above hers. The contrast between us was stark—my heavily tattooed, scarred chest, dark and weathered from years of survival, pressing against the flawless, olive smoothness of her skin. I gripped her thighs, my thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of her upper legs, and parted her wide.

She let out a soft, trembling gasp, her hazel eyes turning a shade darker, a golden hue flickering in her irises that told me her inner wolf was watching, captivated.

"Look at me," I commanded, my jaw clenching as I positioned myself between her knees.

She tilted her head up, her lips parted, her chest heaving as she locked her gaze onto mine. The absolute vulnerability in her eyes was more intoxicating than the strongest liquor I had ever tasted.

I didn't give her a chance to close her eyes. I lowered my head, my face buried in the heat between her thighs. The scent of her jasmine mixed with the sharp, sweet tang of her arousal was deafening. It was a sensory overload that shattered the last of my restraint.

My tongue swiped over her sensitive flesh, hot and unyielding.

Jasmine arched off the bed with a sharp, piercing cry, her fingers instantly flying to my scalp. Her nails dug deep, trying to pull me closer, trying to ground herself as the sudden, intense wave of heat hit her.

"Mr. X—oh goddess, please," she sobbed out, her hips twitching restlessly against the mattress.

I didn't answer with words. I growled against her skin, the vibration trembling straight into her core. I gripped her hips with bruising force, anchoring her down so she couldn't escape the pleasure I was about to dictate. My tongue moved in heavy, deliberate strokes, tracing the tight, swollen folds of her center, learning the exact rhythm that made her whimper.

She was incredibly wet, her sweet, slick juices coating my mouth, my chin, my lips. I drank her in greedily, my beast roaring in absolute triumph at the taste of her. Every time she tried to shift away from the overwhelming intensity, I applied a firm, dominant pressure with my thumbs against her hip bones, keeping her pinned, keeping her entirely at my mercy.

"Please," she wept, her head thrashing from side to side against the pillows. "I can't... it's too much..."

"It's exactly enough," I growled against her wet flesh, my voice thick and rough. "Take it. Let it break you."

I accelerated the pace, my tongue flickering with a ruthless, targeted precision over the tight bead of her c******s. At the same time, I slid two thick fingers deep inside her, stretching her, feeling the internal walls of her body clamping down around me in tight, desperate pulses. She was so hot, so incredibly tight, it took every ounce of my supreme alpha control not to pull away and bury my c**k inside her until the bedframe shattered.

But I wanted this victory first. I wanted to watch her unravel completely under my tongue.

The air in the room grew suffocatingly hot, thick with the heavy pheromones of my dominant alpha aura and the sweet, wild musk of her surrender. Jasmine's breath turned into short, erratic gasps. The muscles in her stomach rippled, her lower abdomen tightening into a hard knot as the climax built rapidly beneath my hands.

"Mr. X! I'm going to—I'm—"

"Do it," I commanded, my fingers driving deeper inside her, mimicking the heavy, punishing stroke of my tongue. "Give it to me."

With a final, shattering sob, her body snapped tight.

The orgasm hit her like a physical shockwave. Her internal walls convulsed around my fingers in a violent, crushing grip, milking me, while her core flooded my mouth with a fresh, hot rush of her sweet, jasmine-scented nectar. She arched so high her lower back completely cleared the mattress, her fingers clutching desperately at my shoulders as she screamed into the empty room.

I stayed right there, drinking every single drop of her release, pushing her higher and higher into the peak until her voice cracked and she fell back against the sheets, completely spent.

Her legs were trembling violently, the muscles in her thighs vibrating uncontrollably against the sides of my torso as the aftershocks continued to rip through her. She was breathing in deep, shuddering gasps, her skin coated in a fine layer of sweat that gleamed in the morning sun.

Slowly, I pulled back, wiping the back of my hand across my wet mouth. My silver eyes locked onto hers, watching the way her hazel pupils dilated, completely unfocused and entirely ruined by the pleasure I had just given her.

I slid up her body, my heavy frame settling back between her trembling thighs. The hard, thick length of my c**k was pressed flush against her dripping, twitching entrance, ready to take what was mine.

But I didn't plunge inside her. Not yet.

The phone on the counter suddenly shattered the silence, vibrating relentlessly. BZZZZ. BZZZZ. BZZZZ.

Jasmine flinched, the sharp spike of adrenaline cutting through her afterglow. Her hazel eyes cleared, a flash of pure terror replacing the soft weight of her climax as she stared at the flashing screen.

Instead of letting her pull away, I gripped both of her wrists, pinning them flat against the mattress on either side of her head. I leaned down until my lips brushed her ear, my hard length sliding just an inch into her slick opening, making her let out a breathless gasp.

"Ignore it, Jasmine," I growled, my voice dropping into a dark, dominant whisper.

With my eyes locked onto hers, I reached blindly out with one hand, grabbing the vibrating phone right off the marble counter. Without breaking eye contact, my thumb swiped the screen. I didn't put it to my ear. I pressed the speakerphone button and slammed the device down onto the mattress right next to her head.

"Amara?!" Michael's frantic, angry voice blasted through the speaker, echoing sharply in the quiet room. "Where the hell are you? The drivers said you skipped the airport! Answer me!"

Jasmine's breath hitched, her entire body freezing in absolute panic beneath me.

A dark, lethal smirk cut across my face. I looked down at her terrified eyes, and then, slowly, deliberately, I drove my hips forward. I buried my entire length deep inside her in one heavy, punishing thrust, stretching her tight and filling her completely.

Jasmine choked on a loud, involuntary sob of pure ecstasy, her walls clamping down around me like a vice.

"Amara? What was that noise?!" Michael yelled through the phone, his voice laced with sudden suspicion. "Who is that? Answer me!"

I leaned down, my mouth hovering just a millimeter away from the phone's microphone. I didn't use my normal voice. I let out a deep, territorial alpha growl that vibrated with enough raw, supreme power to make the speaker crackle.

"She's busy," I rumbled into the phone.

Before Michael could respond, I lifted my hand and smashed my palm directly onto the screen, ending the call and shattering the phone completely beneath my weight. I looked down at the woman beneath me, her eyes wide with shock, her body trembling around mine as the scent of her jasmine bloomed sweeter than ever in the heat of the room.

"Now," I whispered against her lips, my hips drawing back before plunging deep inside her once more. "Where were we, Jasmine?"